common project have, you?

[salaryman]

Nah, see I don't need a suit to show off all my loot,

any fool can see, I'm the man you should salute.

I'm captain of this game, and fucked your girlfriend mute.

This is all too easy, stealing candy from a baby.

I eat you up, spit you out, then serve with mash and gravy.

[dismalfuture]

With ya mashed potatoes I had some chicken breast

Nah not my dinner, it was ya girlfriend's chest

Called that hoe up round 3:30, when she with me I like to call her Penny

Cheapest bitch I had, cuz she on me like CEE PEE tennies

[dismalfuture]

my last post took a dip, yeah its a glitch in the matrix

William Gibson shit, neuromance in CEEPEE kicks

G4 Cube, rug of underage pubes, otaku doin saiyaman, post up on youtube

I keep my flow smooth, with bitches on my Wiener, like the blue Danube

[salaryman]

Nah, I like that plumpy chicken breast line,

But, fuck a drumstick, cuz I ride it so hard I got a bitch cryin,

crack crack crack, woops, did my vine break that spine?

Its finally friday and I'm out of this joint.

Catch me in VIP, match set point.

[dismalfuture]

ok, enough with the Jimmy jokes, I got Many Rivers to Cross,

Uncut rhymes like Tony Danza, I got to show you Who's the Boss

S-man stay up, keep this diamond flow from getting backed up

I'm out on holiday, in a week I'll be back and these niggas will get all smacked up

elegant arrangements at extreme elevations

these rhymes like Himalayan flow they creamy sensations

Don't abuse ya credit rating like that nigga mithterpretender

or ya might have to sell ya ass out like Courtney Love on a bender

[salaryman]

In any other country they would not excuse,

Monday morning I'm here, smelling like booze.

But bossman can't say anything because just last week,

He dragged me out to the pussy boutique.

The Late Bloomer thread makes me feel like a sinner,

but deep down inside, I know depravity = winner.

Never knew sufu had so many squares,

Hoping they find drugs, I'll keep 'em in my prayers.

[dismalfuture]

Lab can you see this? You gonna step up for a duel?

Or you too busy attending to the twig and family jewels?

Jordan, who's that? Oh you mean James? he dead in a lake

I killed Michael's dad, plus that nigga the_state

[Lab]

callin me out while im hittin dat sonic

drownin my sorrows in tater tots, gin n' tonic

it's cuz i can't sell no ann demeulemeester

make up for my losses as a starbucks barista

[dismalfuture]

I knew a girl from the Bucks, she sucked on dis, ann deez

Creamy head, skin latte tanned, on her feet? what else but CEE PEES?

Her name? she said, 'slurp slurp, Call me, slurp slurp Annie'

Bitch was busy sucking my juices, like a cheap Antwerp Dani

[Lab]

you're twisted like a rick owens longsleeve

misogynistic, sadistic, leavin' bitches to grieve

how could these hoes b so hopeful and naive?

a successful relationship, do they honestly believe?

when, hair all tangled, you bust 3 loads in their weave

[dismalfuture]

See my 78 CEE PEES? All neatly laced?

That's why they come to me, they all want a taste

Where the fuck is s-man, on this epic mixtape?

All mixed up like frute swags, goth ninjas, and fape

[Lab]

bitches on my nuts like a pair of april jawns

cuz dat bro style drawin' nuttin' but yawns

my 'drobe fresher than a southern suburb lawn

while your shit older than an episode of TRON

[dismalfuture]

TRON is old, I'll admit, but it sounds like you butthurt

Just because you can't sell that demeulemeester shirt

A, a store for fruits, who spend all they moniez

Dying for black clothes, looking like dummiez

[Lab]

moody? nah, just gothninja broody

i wasnt invited to dat private sample sale

prices so good, they'd make westside pale

damir doma sweats now all scooped up

for less than the cost of a krystals chili pup

[dismalfuture]

You're like diamonds about clothes, u crazy like Dr. Bronner,

Wash ya mouth out with soap, diamonds looks like John Connor

Lab, I'm Sonically terminating all ya pussy ass rhymes

44 ounces of cherries, with lots of crushed ice, and limes

[Lab]

You're like diamonds about clothes, u crazy like Dr. Bronner,

Wash ya mouth out with soap, diamonds looks like John Connor

Lab, I'm Sonically terminating all ya pussy ass rhymes

44 ounces of cherries, with lots of crushed ice, and limes

Ha, suits well

your lyrics cheap like their slushies

but don't sell

[dismalfuture]

Lab, what the fuck you think you're doing, trying to short me on beef?

You all up in this rhyme battle, wearing eau de queef

Step up lil man, let's do this shit proper

Not making lil poems about how yous a shopper

[salaryman]

Jungle book gothninja? Pffft....Sounds imitation.

Injuns I know work the local shell station.

But our Mogli's last fit was not half bad.

Spider webs with CP steez, he then did add.

In what he was clad, must've been reading "how to wear a wealthbeast fad"?

[Lab]

You spit bout bitches in the korean thread

or all them stories just up in your head?

talkin' bout leavin bleedin shawtyz at bus stops

when the only thing red is her polyester topz

salaryman, dont front on me,

never postin waywt, can't touch dis chutney

CP's how i do it, patent got it made

i aint all gothninja, da's one fad too played

[salaryman]

Nah, its no hate, I liked that last fit.

Better than most people, playin' the same old shit.

So, if its not Gothninja, and you can't call it Swagz.

Brown kids in CPs = Jungle Rich Rags?

[dismalfuture]

My spidey senses tell me Lab is isketchin, all mad

Alll because I sat him down and admitted I'm his dad

Yeah I did tell ya mom, that she looked like a model

Just a little white lie, to see her head bobble

Bobble on my knobble, black and tan steez

Oi mate, don't spill your beer, on my boxfresh CEEPEES

R.I.S.pect the R.I.S.surection, fresh rhymes I deliver

Golden Ganges, is these, three shakes, and a shiver

[salaryman]

Everyone duck out to fuck with that isketch game?

Or is it your rhymes can't keep up and your style is lame?

I'm bored at this job, and need someone to battle.

Step in for a flow that'll make your head rattle.

So who's the next victim to throw on the pile?

Lets hear what you got, this is style trial.

[dismalfuture]

S-man, u doin well my son, keep up that hard work

of doing absolutely nothing, you overpaid jerk

Freestyle raps on the clock? damn, that's pretty bold

You aight man, but you know whose raps is gold

[salaryman]

Dismal my friend, if you're gold then I'm platinum.

All I needs a syllable to end it and flatten 'em.

That midas touch is alright for being hood rich and scrappy.

But I'm paid in 12 zeroes, this is God-status happy.

[dismalfuture]

Aite then, you a rich genius, you the new Stephen Hawking

Roll around on 4 wheels and have troubles talking

I'll take this, and take that, plus ya wife and ya daughter

Too bad and too late, about me you should've taught her

[salaryman]

Don't worry she knows how to handle little boys.

Pretend that you like them, then take all their toys.

See the whole family works as part of the hustle.

She'll wife you, then bam, Kimora Lee robs Russell.

[dismalfuture]

Nah, it's a shame about that hoe Kimora

An empty ass head, more air than the sora

What the fuck is a phat farm? ya girlfriend's birthplace?

I got tri-lingual raps, mad niggas get disgraced

[salaryman]

Tri-lingual ain't shit next to space-time theories.

Even Hawking in a wheelchair, I'll snatch this series.

Faster than light, photoelectric emission.

Every line's a black hole, no competition.

Write down these words and step up your diction.

This rhyming's so ill it might as well be fiction.

[dismalfuture]

I seen that nigga Stevie, when he rolled into H K

Matter of fact, I think it was that nigga's birthday

I was just trying to get through, holler at some beezys

Up in Kowloon, got my dan tarts and CEE PEES

[dismalfuture]

i threes wearing CEEPEEs

ladies, I got these

get up, stand up, show me ya titties